Page 117 of Chaos has a Name
How?
By being ridiculous.
The man being introduced stopped him.
“I don’t answer to Benjamin. I use my middle name,” he offered.
Chris understood that.
He did the same thing, so he humored him.
“Okay, what do you want me to call you, Vlad?” she asked, being sarcastic because she was accustomed to jackassery going on all around her.
He grinned.
“I kinda like that shit. Maybe we should just…”
She was staring at him as she waited for him to just tell her his middle name so they could get their asses going. Rayna was waiting in the parking lot.
Benjamin got the hint.
“It’s Lucifer.”
Elizabeth closed her eyes, and sighed.
It was crystal clear that these people were going to make her work for it or there was an FBI-wide memo that wanted everyone to drive her batshit insane.
As she was trying to rein in the crazy, he explained—not that she was interested.
“You can call me Luce. My parents are Satanists. They liked the name, and I do too.”
Oh, holy hell’s bells.
She looked at Chris.
“Now is where you tell me he’s kidding, and that this is all for April Fools.”
He wished.
“Elizabeth, it’s June. Wrong month.”
“Hazing?”
He shook his head.
Yeah, she was afraid of that.
When she looked over at Gene, the other Catholic in the group, he just laughed.
“Honey, when in Rome, let the crazy win. I’d wear your rosary though,” he joked. “The Pope warned us about that.”
She sighed.
Then, Elizabeth shook her head because generally, she did wear it. The crazy was off the charts today.
Wendigos?
Lucifer?
